Falling for Popularity! Chapter 7!

We pulled away, slowly. "Wow," Nick whispered.

"You think so too, huh?" I said, also whispering.

"Movies over," Nick pointed out, seeing the credits on the screen.

"I guess it is. Ready to go?" I asked him, getting up and grabbing his hand.

"Yeah, let's go. We gotta find Bri and Morgana, ," Nick said, leading me outside, where we saw Brian and Morgana.

"Hey guys," Brian greeted.

"Hey," Nick said, wrapping his arms around me, and resting his hands above my butt. I had my arms tightly around his waist, my head resting on his chest.

I looked up at him, and smiled. "Why are we standing here?" I wondered.

"Well, apparantly, there wasn't enough time during the movie to make out," he said, nodding towards Brian and Morgana.

"Can they breathe?" I asked, giggling.

"Does it matter?" he asked.

I looked up into his blue eyes, and kissed his lips lightly. "You are so darn cute," I said, crinkling my nose.

"Thanks," he said, leaning in for another kiss.

"Meghan, Meghan, Meghan! I am so glad to see he's fallen into your trap so easily," Ryan interupted, stopping us from kissing.

I sighed, annoyed. "What the hell are you talking about?" I snapped.

"Just the fact that you told me you were just gonna use Nick for his money. Let's face it, no one could ever like him for anything else. Did you get the money or what?" Ryan asked.

I felt Nick's grip around my waist loosen, until finally he just let go, completly. "Nick, don't believe the bull shit he's feeding you," I ordered.

"It all makes sense now. You being so nice to me, kissing me, holding me. I musta been a fool to actually think someone could like me. You were just in it for the money," Nick said, a pained expression on his face.

"Nick, please. He's lying," I said, begging for him to believe me.

"No, Meghan. Don't. Don't talk to me again. You already hurt me enough. Let's go guys," Nick said, stomping away, with Morgana and Brian trailing behind.

"Nick, wait," I pleaded.

Ryan smirked at me. "C'mon babe, I'll give you a lift home," he said, still smirking.

"Drop dead," I said, going inside to call my mother.

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